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witchcraft of twisting the sense of passing time...

Submitted:Jun 1, 2010    Reads: 174    Comments: 18    Likes: 6   



The velvet sheet of darkening night

Spreads along like some unlocked craving

I walk alone …. in a monochrome.

Decaying fast and dying slowly

On a fading road composed of stones.

Your thoughts touch my shivering hands

And gather moonbeams in the sand

Like pilgrims, they come and depart

Leaving holy kisses on my heart

To bind its trembling, smoked up pieces

In a dreamily scented breath of dark.

So I measure distance in terms of hours

And hours in terms of distance…

I knot them both in wisps of grey

And proceed towards a dateless day


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